by J. E. Cluney
Yep, the roast was definitely not going to happen any time soon now.
I pulled away, accepting that I would have to abandon my milo.
“Put it in the fridge for later,” Ollie suggested sweetly, but his eyes told another story.
One that made me quiver in anticipation.
I giggled as I headed into the kitchen with Ollie hot on my heels, slipping the cup into the fridge before grabbing Ollie’s hand.
He eagerly allowed me to lead him upstairs, taking over in the hall to tug me to his bedroom.
I pouted, having been planning to go to my room, but didn’t object as he pulled me after him.
I took control, closing the door behind us and pushing him up against it.
“Such a sweet little shifter, but you like when a girl leads, don’t you?” I purred, knowing the dark little thoughts running rampant in his head.
He wanted me to lead, to take control.
And considering how much I was aching for more, I was quite in the mind-frame to oblige.
All other dark thoughts from the past few days were stashed to the side for the moment, which I was grateful for.
Those sensitive amber eyes darkened at this, and I leaned in, wanting to enjoy this.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I breathed as I nibbled on his earlobe.
He drew in a sharp breath as his hands gripped my waist.
A quick glance down revealed he was quite excited already.
I delved into his mind, smiling at the soft and sweet images he had in there. But there were some more naughty thoughts too hidden beneath the sweeter images.
I loved it, I loved seeing how there was a wild side underneath that soft side.
And I wanted to see it.
I kissed his neck, grazing my teeth against his skin as he moaned softly.
“You know you’re mine, right?” I growled softly, alarming even myself at the possessive statement. I could feel my darkness swirling inside of me, begging to claim him even more.
“Ally,” he moaned my name as my hands moved to slide up under his shirt.
I caught his mouth before he could say another word, hungry to taste him.
Always a hint of caramel on his lips.
His hand moved up to cup the side of my face as I deepened our kiss, his other hand slipping beneath my own shirt and resting on my lower back.
His soft hand against my back only sent hot tingles shooting downstairs, and I moaned as I ran my own hands over his toned abs and chest, wishing we’d just get naked already.
Marcus snorted in amusement at this, and Ollie grinned into the kiss before breaking it.
We made quick work of each other’s shirts, and I led him back to the bed, biting my lip as I watched him pursue me hungrily, his fingers grazing my bare skin as I danced out of his reach.
I reached behind and unhooked my bra, dropping it to the floor as he moved in.
I squealed as he pushed me onto the bed, gentle in his movement as he held me on my descent.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding against his arousal in his shorts as he littered my chest in soft kisses.
Seems we were going to be switching the reins often in this dance.
I pushed at him, and he allowed me to roll us over so that I was straddling him instead. I glanced over at the window, loving the orange and red sight of the sunset on the horizon as I sat atop him. A perfect view.
I dove down as Ollie’s hands began exploring my stomach and sneaking up towards my breasts.
I kissed his bare chest, savoring his sweet taste as my hands explored.
I ran my fingers down his muscled arms, so lean, but so goddamn firm.
My little shifter spider-man.
He snorted at this, unable to keep from chuckling as he giggled.
“Really, Tom Holland, still?” he mused, and I just silenced him with a passionate kiss.
He moaned into my mouth as I flicked my tongue between his lips, demanding entry.
He allowed me in, his hands roaming my bare back.
I could feel his interest pushing into me, and I relished it, grinding against him.
I’d have it soon enough.
So much for a quickie. I had no intention of any such thing.
I explored his body with my mouth and hands, loving the sensation of his arousal in my mind. Marcus had taken a break from his game work to listen in, and I knew he was enjoying our heated session.
I gasped as I sat up, reaching out to find Lucas just out in the hall, headed our way.
I knew Ollie felt him coming, and it only excited him even more.
Looks like things were about to get interesting.
I smirked, sensing Lucas about to knock.
‘It’s not locked,’ I purred. Not that any of the rooms even had locks. Strange, considering the sex that obviously had gone on in this house long before I came along.
‘We don’t hide anything here,’ Lucas said as the door swung open.
My eyes widened as a shiver coursed through me.
Someone had come prepared.
I just gaped, and Ollie followed my gaze to our new arrival.
Lucas was standing in the doorway, in nothing but a pink g-string.
A rhinestone g-string that read ‘cumslut’.
And he was already hella turned on.
My eyes trailed over that golden sun-kissed skin, and I marveled at how there was no tan line. He was golden everywhere.
That side-swept sun-bleached hair and dark emerald eyes were just a heart-wrenching sight, not to mention that five o’clock stubble and lopsided smile.
He was utterly edible.
And even Ollie was staring with an added look of desire.
Kinky little shifter.
“I hear we’re having roast for dinner, but I’m more than happy to be eaten instead,” Lucas winked, and I grinned stupidly as he shut the door behind him, making sure to turn and show us his firm arse in the process.
I thought back to that endless orgasm session with him, and I actually moaned at the memory.
“Oh Cupcake, I can do that whenever you want,” he said, his voice husky and low as he turned back to us.
I drew in a sharp breath as Ollie took it upon himself to start fondling my breasts.
“This whole clothes thing just won’t work,” Lucas chuckled as he clicked his fingers.
I felt the electric tingle of magic over my lower body, and looked down to find I was fully naked.
Damn, high school must have been fun with him doing shit like that.
Lucas chuckled as Ollie mentally informed me it had indeed happened more than once. Thankfully his father had saved him from being booted from the school, especially since he never targeted girls, only guys being dicks. He’d strip them down in the hallways or even while they were bullying other students. People loved him for it, except the bullies.
I flicked my eyes to Lucas, biting my lip as Ollie’s length pushed into my inner thigh.
It was almost too tempting to just slide right on, but I wanted to draw this out a bit.
Lucas strode over, his eyes trailing over the pair of us deviously.
Ollie sat up, his abs working overtime as he caught my mouth, his fingers teasing my nipples.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the hot kiss as I felt the bed shift under a new weight.
Damn, I was glad it was a queen bed.
I shuddered as a new set of hands slid down my back, leaving hot tingles in their wake.
I could feel the electrical charge of magic in the air, and I wanted it. I wanted whatever they both had in mind for this moment.
My hands trailed down Ollie’s naked body, finding their way between my legs to where his arousal was pressed into my thigh.
I stroked his length, loving the soft and squishy barbs that lined it.
“Just how much magic are you okay with me using?” Lucas breathed, and I shivered as his hot breath washed over my ear. I hadn’t realized he was so close, bu
t now I could feel the heat radiating off his naked chest right behind me.
“However much you want,” I gasped, breaking the kiss with Ollie as I saw into Lucas’ mind, at just what he wanted to try.
Oh boy. Was I actually down for that?
“We don’t have to try it if you’re not interested,” Lucas assured me as he kissed my shoulder. I lolled my head to the side as Ollie began kissing my chest again.
I’d never done it before. I’d had guys who wanted to do it, but I was a little turned off by it.
But judging from Lucas’ thoughts, his magic would handle anything that was unwanted.
And I felt completely reassured by it for some reason.
Not to mention I was hot and horny as fuck.
I moaned as Ollie slid a hand down to tease my clit.
Yep, that was all the coaxing I needed.
“I’ll try it,” I moaned, arching as Ollie began swirling his thumb on my clit as his fingers tested my wetness.
I let out a pleased sigh as his finger slid inside me, and my walls clamped down on him with desperation.
“I haven’t… showered yet,” I managed to gasp out as Lucas began kissing my back as his hands roamed my body.
He waved a glowing purple hand, and the cool cleansing sensation swept over me, right downstairs and everywhere. Thankfully, it didn’t tidy up my wetness, but I felt refreshed in an instant.
There was truly no limit to his magic it seemed.
I moaned as Ollie began working on me, slipping another finger inside me as he captured one of my nipples in his teeth.
The room had cooled down considerably, and I was grateful the heat of the day had been cast away by Lucas and his magic.
He was now dancing his fingers down my back, planting a trail of kisses down each side of my spine, leaving an electrical tingle in his wake.
I sat between the two men, relishing their affections on my body as they worshipped me between them.
I was moaning now, not bothering with controlling how loud I was as Ollie stroked my g-spot and worked my clit.
“Let’s spice this up, shall we?” Lucas growled in my ear.
His hand slid around my hip and dived between my legs, tapping over my clit without disrupting Ollie’s work.
The electric spark that shot through me made me arch back as I mewed.
Oh hell, things were going to get wild. I just knew it.
“Tell me, Ally, do you want to know how werewolves make love? I can draw out your ‘wolf side, let it become more in charge. It’ll be animalistic and wild, so I don’t want to do it if you’re uncomfortable with it,” Lucas suggested as he kissed that sweet spot where my neck met my shoulder.
I was gasping now, the electrical magic still tingling around my clit, the sensations from Ollie’s thumb making my body tremble and spasm.
When I did climax, it was going to be goddamn amazing, I could already tell.
“Yes, do it,” I growled, feeling the darkness inside me begging to come out. I knew wolves could be animalistic, dingoes were too, something to do with the canine side, the wild, feral animal in them.
I’d always wondered why I’d never been able to be that wild, but my ‘wolf side wasn’t the dominant side.
Derek had been, but I quickly banished any thought of him.
I couldn’t have that on my mind right now, I wanted to forget it all.
But I wanted to try it. I wanted to see just how incredible and crazy it could be.
“Positive?” Lucas murmured as he nibbled on my earlobe.
“Yes!” I gasped, arching back as I cursed from the nearing of my orgasm.
It was so close now, their touches and Ollie’s mouth nipping and tugging on my nipple was pushing me over the edge.
Lucas chuckled as he snapped his fingers, and I felt the wild animal in me push to the surface.
I growled as I turned my attention down to Ollie.
I was going to ride the hell out of this shifter.
He stiffened as he pulled away from my nipple, those amber eyes glinting in astonishment. Yellow eyes was what he could see, I saw it in his mind.
And I loved knowing my wolf was coming out to play.
He withdrew his fingers, and I guided him inside me, trembling as the electrical charge only heightened every sensation.
And then I was riding him like a wild woman, bouncing on top of him with a ferocity I didn’t know I had.
“Yes, oh God, yes!” I cried out, throwing my head back as I cried out, my walls tightening around him as the crushing orgasm knocked the wind out of me.
I writhed on top of him, digging my nails into his chest as he lay back on the bed, gripping my hips.
But I knew the magic was in the air, willing me to continue.
The pleasure wasn’t over, and just like before, I was stuck in a cloud of utter bliss, my body convulsing as I continued riding Ollie.
I leaned back as I felt Lucas’ hands spreading my arse, and a part of me still hesitated in uncertainty.
But the other side of me trusted him, and I really wanted to know what all the fuss was about.
Ollie momentarily shared with me his own experience with it, before he got too caught up in driving into me.
I knew he’d had fun with Lucas before, but I’d never asked.
Lucas prepared me first, probing me with a finger and carefully relaxing me even while I rode Ollie. I felt him give me a magical touch, and my muscles relaxed even more for him.
I gritted my teeth, panting as I gripped onto Ollie like he was my only lifeline.
The pleasure was clouding my mind, and I wanted to feel the bliss even more, to a higher point. I needed it more than anything. Another climax would get me there, and I knew I’d have it in no time.
I moaned out Lucas’ name as he finally was able to enter me from behind, carefully pushing into my other entrance, allowing me time to stretch as I slowed my movements with Ollie.
I knew my shifter was close to finishing, but she’d have to wait a moment for me to adapt to this new style.
Lucas slowly withdrew, before gently driving into me again, and I let out a long moan at the new sensation.
What everyone had said about it, it was true.
It felt utterly amazing. And having them both in me, that was heaven.
Lucas guided the pace from there, and Ollie just moaned and stared up at me with sheer lust and affection as I rode him while Lucas did me from behind.
The look of utter adoration swirling in those eyes, and the sensation of comfort and safety I felt from them as they made love to me, was the last push.
I threw my head back, crying out, hearing the strange howl in my voice as the incredible climax rocketed me into an electrical sensation. Every nerve-ending was exploding as stars twinkled all around me.
The pleasure tore through me, and I felt both my guys join me in the climax, their own orgasms practically launching me into outer-space.
A warlock galaxy. That was what I was seeing, the purple galaxy and stars as sheer bliss overcame my very essence, reaching deep into my core.
I could feel us all, joined together as we all experienced the same sensation, even Marcus, who had exploded on himself in bed as he’d enjoyed our threesome.
I sucked in mouthfuls of air as the minutes dragged by, my body still affected by the tremors as I slowly began to float down from the galaxy I was seeing.
“How… how much magic… did you use?” I panted, moaning as the blissful waves of orgasmic bliss still tumbled through me.
“A little,” Lucas said, breathless as he leaned over my back, kissing my shoulder blade lazily.
“That was more than a little,” Ollie murmured, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he enjoyed the moment.
‘Did you enjoy yourself?’ Marcus asked, and I could practically see his amused smirk. I also knew he was still trying to pull himself from the blissful state so he could clean up his mess and get ready for classes.
‘What do you th
ink?’ I thought back, my chest still heaving as I blinked through the haze.
That had been fan-fucking-tastic.
I shivered as Lucas withdrew from me carefully, and I felt his load dribbling out of me.
My legs felt like jelly, and I allowed myself to lay down on Ollie to regain my breath.
He gently rolled us onto our sides, nuzzling my neck as I closed my eyes.
Despite the rigorous session, none of us were sweaty.
Probably Lucas and his magic. Again.
Lucas laid down with us, spooning me as I huddled into Ollie’s chest.
To be sandwiched between the pair of them, feeling utterly adored and cherished, made me beyond content.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the heat from their bodies.
“I didn’t use too much magic?” Lucas asked softly as he traced a soft circle on my back, the gentle tickling sensation making me quiver.
“Not at all,” I murmured as I buried my head into Ollie’s chest.
“Good,” he murmured, still tracing circles on my back.
I sighed at the gentle touch. Everything in this moment was perfect.
My mates. That’s what they were. And I knew the contented feeling that engulfed me was more than just my own, I was feeling theirs too.
But alas, all good things mustn’t last.
“Who’s playing with my foot?” Ollie murmured as he kissed my forehead.
I just frowned as I pulled back, glancing down toward the foot of the bed.
The sun had set now, and only the faint glow from the hallway light lit the room from under the door.
A growl rose up at the bottom of the bed, and Lucas snickered as he sat up.
We all knew instantly what it was.
“I need tissues. Or a towel,” I muttered as my hands moved to the fluids running down my legs.
“Here,” Ollie rolled over, reaching off the bed and pulling back with a box of tissues. I just smirked at him, knowing full well why he had them stashed down there.
He just gave me a sheepish smile as I began cleaning myself up and grumbling.
“Lucas, I think your g-string is attacking my foot,” Ollie sighed as the soft growls rose up once more.
“Aw, it likes you,” Lucas chuckled as Ollie pulled his leg out from under the scrunched up bed sheets at the foot of the bed.
Sure enough, the pink rhinestone g-string was alive, writhing around his foot.